Hrit read a full story going over each word laboriously and carrying on to the end. Finally when he finished the story he said, "Now you read it mama."
Me: What? The same story again?
Me: Why? You just read it.
Hrit: Because I like the sound of your voice.
Hrit got down from the school bus and gave me a huge hug.
Me (quite overcome): Hrit don't stop giving me a hug ever.. even when you grow up, okay?
Hrit (cuddling up): Okay I won't. When you die I'll hug your bones.
And then this...
Hrit: Mama how do you spell 'don't'?
Me (Reading my book): Work it out yourself.
Hrit: Okay .. (struggles with the phonics, then works it out)
Hrit: How do you spell 'nose'?
Hrit: How do you spell 'anything'?
After a moment he hands me this with a grin....
|My mom don't 'mose' anything|
Devil, isn't he?
Labels: Hrit, Slice of life